(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The door slams shut and Val slides the lock into place. The bass from the club is just a dull throb in here, muffled by walls and his body pressing me against the wall. His mouth is on mine, wet and hot against my lips as he devours me. I can taste the expensive whiskey on his breath, a sharp contrast to the sweet cherry gloss on my lips.
His hands are everywhere, roaming my body. Both his palms slide up to my tits, squeezing hard through the thin fabric of my dress. The lace of my bra bites into my skin, a sharp pain that makes me moan into his mouth. He shoves his thigh between my legs and I grind down on the solid muscle in a desperate attempt to ease the ache building inside me.
